They always say, "Be careful what you wish for, because you might get what you wish for." You never really fully understand the cliche until it happens to you.
Ever since Adam, Bree and Chase became my siblings. I had always wanted to become bionic. It just seemed so awesome. What I didn't realize is that it came with a price.
The first time, my family rushed to the hospital…the pain was very real…too real. I woke up thinking I'd never see or feel my arm again, thoughts of how I would adjust with one arm, how the kids at school would react. But instead, I woke up strapped to a bed with Douglas right there…I panicked for a second and realized that my arm was fine. I had a bionic arm…..I will admit, it was so awesome. I could actually help out on missions more and fit in better with my bionic siblings. Nothing like knocking Krane unconscious to get you recognized. Sure I got a little cocky about it at times but hey none of it compares to how much Big D flaunts his wealth and abilities.
I was actually asked on a real mission, not left behind and me just stowing away. They needed me, they wanted me to be on the team. You have no idea how long I've waited to get this feeling.
I saved Big D's life with my bionic arm, sure I almost died doing it but he's the only father I have and even though he's not the best father figure he's usually always there for me… in his own weird way.
Then I realized I nearly destroyed the bionic island in my sleep due to my bionic arm… I mean I could have killed someone, and later learned they could have killed me. Bionics are awesome but sometimes I wonder, if I was back to normal what my family would say.
That's when it happened again, Chase and the scientist were arguing and put Big D in a deadly situation. Which seemed like I was the only one willing to stop it….I mean it's a bionic island wasn't their some way to use telekinesis or super strength to stop it or at least help me out from under it when we realized Big D wasn't even in there anymore. But no, in front of everyone the elevator crushed my leg. The pain came back, the feeling of losing a limb under a mass amount of pressure. That blinding pain that sends you into blackness.
Now I have a bionic leg, how that's going to help me I don't know, it's almost like why not make me fully bionic now since I'm pretty much halfway there.
Part of me is saying that I'm invincible… that there is really no danger to my life… because every time I get wounded or threatened it actually works out in my favor usually. And another part of me is saying…am I a family member or just a lab rat.